'MEN know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terrene, How happy days are made to be! 'Of such strange tidings what think ye, O birds in brown that peck and preen? Men know but little more than we! 'When I was borne from yonder tree In bonds to them, I hoped to glean How happy days are made to be, 'And want and wailing turned to glee; Alas, despite their mighty mien Men know but little more than we! 'They cannot change the Frost's decree, They cannot keep the skies serene; How happy days are made to be 'Eludes great Man's sagacity No less than ours, O tribes in treen! Men know but little more than we How happy days are made to be.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND IO VICTIS by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |